Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Barriers



I unrolled barbed wire for acres
To keep the animals “Under my tree”.
I often wish now as an old man,
The fence was cut, and they ran free.

One side kept the livestock in,
The other kept predators at bay…
I see now the moral dilemma;
Risk harm or take freedom away.

If I were the horse with flared nostrils,
Inhaling the scent of a better stranger,
I would prefer the choice to run free,
Risking a future chance of danger.



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